Nobody, Son of Nobody

بِسۡمِ ٱللهِ ٱلرَّحۡمَـٰنِ ٱلرَّحِيمِ

“Suppose you can recite a thousand holy,
Verses from memory,
What are you going to do with your ego,
The true mark of the heretic?
Every time your head touches the ground in prayers, remember,
This was to teach you to put down that load of ego,
Which bars you from entering,
The Chamber of the Beloved.

To your mind, feed understanding;
To your heart, tolerance and compassion.
The simpler your life, the more meaningful.
The less you desire of the world,
The more room you will have in it,
To fill with the Beloved.

The best use of your tongue,
Is to repeat the Beloved’s Name in devotion.
The best prayers are those in
The solitude of the night.
The shortest way to the Friend,
Is through selfless service and,
Generosity to His creatures.

Those with no sense of honour and dignity are best avoided.
Those who change colours constantly,
Are best forgotten.
The best way to be with those
Bereft of the Beloved’s Qualities,
Is to forget them in the
Joy of silence in one’s corner of solitude.”

Shaykh Abu Sa’id Abi al-Khayr (q.s.), “Nobody, Son of Nobody”


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